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Texas Part 2

When we finally arrived to my grandpas house in Cleveland, TX aka the damn boondocks it was 12:30. It was very messy, stinky and in total disarray. He is 76 and completely alone which is why I feel so guilty about only getting to visit once a year, but on this visit it had been 2 years since the last time I was there. That’s a long time to go without your house being cleaned. Not only that but his dog has gotten older and started peeing in the house. The new carpet he had gotten was just peed on and dirty and gross. But the worst part was the outside of his house is always filled with beautiful plants and gardens and that was not taken care of and plants were dying. It was very sad and very unlike him. So I immediately jumped in and started cleaning. My dad took off with my car and said he’d be back in an hour. That turned into 4 hours. There I was, I had been up since 7:30 the morning before left with the girls, and the dirty stink house. Please tell me why a man needs to have a drawer full of the tops of the metal coffee cans and old twist ties?
I needed to go to wal mart to get some more cleaning supplies but I had to wait on jack ass mcgee to get back from where ever the hell he went off to. When he finally did he was drunk. Awesome.
So I went to wal mart and and then I stopped at the mcdonalds because they have a red box $1 dvd rental and I had to get the kids some movies. I pulled into the lot next to a big truck and when I got out of my car and started walking the back window of the truck rolled down and a dude with a huge stache looks at me and says in a weird long drawn out way, Hi.
I said hi and then he says, you came awful close to the truck.
So I replied yeah well I didn’t hit it so, awesome. If he would have said one more word I think I would have jumped through that god damn truck window and ripped that stupid fucking mustache right off his head. I was not in the mood. No sir.
I went back to the house and pulled a mattress down on the floor to make my dad a bed on my bedroom floor. I finally fell asleep at 11:30 that night after 40 hours awake. Did I sleep well? No. My dad gets up about 75 times a night and roams around doing things like eating whatever is in reach and wiping vicks vapo rub up his nose.
One day down with him, one to go.